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If only you could speak,

The dirty secrets you would tell.

You feel so many cheeks,

And you hear so many yell.

Famous,

All over the world.

You wipe away the pain and sadness,

Of the wavy, straight, and curled.

Softening the most rough spots,

You sacrifice yourself,

To aide in ridding society’s waste,

While more passes off the shelf.